Sans au's x Reader (+NaJ AU!!)

Chapter 1

My POV
Ah... goodmorning, readers. Its about...4 AM. Terribly sorry to wake you, considering in a few hours youll be in Underhigh. I have to say a few things before we get started.

First case, nothing is as it seems.

Second case, you are my creator. You are a creator to many.

Third, you can stop asking questions now.
I won't bother answering them.

Last, I love a good game.

Y O U R P O V

I just had an odd dream... huh. Usually, you can't read in dreams. Doesnt matter, my alarm was going off. My sister groaned-- she usually woke an hour later then I did. I rolled my eyes at her behavior, and slid the lock open to disable to alarm. She huffed and rolled over in her bed, ignoring the light of the lamp I had just turned on. Quickly, I got ready for my day at my current school- (your towns highschool name) . The day went on as usual- nothing much to note other then the cringy sancest I found occasionally while scrolling through instagram. By the time I got home, my mother and my brother were both gone- presumably to work. I shuffled up the stairs, giddy to work on my latest project. It was for my art class- I just needed to redraw an old piece of art. Rummaging through my closet, I pulled out a small red book from 3-maybe four years ago. Or, whenever the game Undertale had come out. I flipped through its many blank pages, landing on the one I was looking for. It was an old re-draw of Sans quiet literally dunking Frisk.The thing challenging about the drawing was it had to have a twist before we submitted it. I hummed, before deciding that I would draw Error dunking Frisk instead of Classical Sans. Sometimes I liked to wonder if I was in an AU myself, but I would always end up defeated. We didnt have a Mt.Ebott on the surface here, nore a legend. And nothing would make sense, like how would Toby have guessed it so quickly like that? Guessed every event, name, character... even so far as to how Sans would remember the timelines? Yeah. No doubt about it- they didn't exsist. If they did, the only AU I would be stuck in is an un accesable Creators AU. Which, fittingly enough, monsters still wouldnt exsist in that universe. My nails clicked against the floor where I sat, surrounded by old drawings or paintings. Sighing and shifted the thought away, I focused on the task at hand. Grabbing a few sketch pencils, and a larger sheet of paper-- I went to work. Hours later and a lot of paint, I had managed to not only recreate the image, but had even added several more details. Setting it off to dry, I continued with my day. Boring, but whatever.

The next day came quickly, and to my surprise a new school had just- apeared. Overnight. And, nobody seemed to notice. It was Underhigh-- yep. The one from the NaJ AU. Even stranger, all my old art of the fandom was gone... minus the most recent one. I checked online. Nobody had posted anything about Undertale... in fact, not even the game itself showed up. Like it just..vanished. My sister called me crazy all day. But something was missing. Like the part of the Creators AU was gone. They werent Creators anymore.
Except for me.
My profile was stocked full of Undertale fanfictions and posts. But the old views and notes were gone. I grumbled under my breath, rubbing my temples in frustration. Nobody remembered the game that gave so many hope.

I hummed, bringing uo the Underhigh school website. According to this, Underhigh was introduced to (your home town) 20 years ago. From my understanding, the NaJ AU there was never a war.
Regardless, I wasnt going to let this chance slip. Im gunna meet my favorite characters. At least, this version of them. Not nearly as exciting, but I shoved the negative thought down and printed the sign up sheet. I rushed downstairs, catching my mum before she left. "Hey! Im trandferring to this school, so can ya just sign here?" She rolled her eyes, not even paying attention as she snatched the sheet from my hands and signed everywhere she needed to. "Enjoy school sweetheart. See you later tonight." She said flatly, to me and my sister before leaving. I looked at the filled out sheet with a small grin.
"Sweet. To Underhigh I go."

*I know this isnt how school works but, reader just goes to Underhigh with the form, signs up and gets her schedual the same day*

"Hm... that went oddly well. Lets check my schedual!" She pulled it out from the pile of paperwork and glanced it over.
*second note-- I really dont know how this AUs highschool goes. Mine is 4 periods, but most fanfics have 6 or 7???*
Art
PE
Drama
Lunch
Lunch
History
Astrology
Self Defence Class

Huh...the last one cant be my class. From what I know, Cross teaches this class and its strictly magic. So, guess I'll take this as an empty block?

The first bell rang, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Oh, shit. I dont even know where art is..." I began wandering, hoping my good luck would let me find my way. Fortunatly for me, it did. I opened up the door just as the bell rang, and Ink looked over at me.

"You must be the new student! Im Mr.Ink, your art teacher. Please, inteoduce yourself!" He said cheerfully. I went to the front of the class and waved lazily.

" 'Sup. Im Y/N, the new student," Ink stared at me as he waited for the end of it. I sighed.  "Uu... I guess I like Art?" Ink smiled, satisfied.

"Alright. Take a seat next to Pallete, and todays just a free sketch day!" He pointed towards Pallete, and the giggly skeleton raised his hands in the air. Its not like I needed to be shown who he was, I still had basic knowledge of this AU. I hummed and sat down beside the excitable skeleton and took out my sketchbook.
Sketch whatever ya want, reader. It wont make a difference in the plot.
At the end of the class, everyone handed in their sketch, including me. I cringed at the obsessive anount of drawings of Ink. But, I had decided to draw Classic! Sans with a faded background of Genocide! Sans. Ink looked a bit wary of the gore in the background, making him uncomfertable.
"Dont worry 'bout it, Mr.Ink." I dismissed it, and left for PE. Right about now, Fresh would be getting beat down by PJ. I decided not to interfere, but fate be it I had turned the corner to find Fresh getting thrashed.

"Oh, well now im obligated to help. Tch..." I pulled PJ quickly away from Fresh, towards Undyne in a swift motion. The toppled onto the floor, surprised. BP took quick action and threw his fist towards my face. I dont remember being good at fights, however I dodged with ease, grabbing his arm and throwing him towards the slowly getting up PJ and Undyne, as they toppled to the floor again.
"See ya soon, idiots." I did a two finger salute, leaving all of them to get up. The five minute bell rang, and I casually walked into the main gym. I changed in the changeroom, and moved into the center of the gym with everyone else.
"ALriGhT MAGgotS!" His glitched voice rang out, taking the attention of the entire class. Wow, the fandom was right. He was loud. But he sounds just as I thought, a usually deeper tone despite the sometimes higher twitch of sound while he spoke.
"SiNCe We haVe a NEw kid, Y oU oNlY HaVE to dO 10 LaPS." I shrugged, and started my first lap. I was fast, however my lack of shoe grip made me slide into Fresh on my last lap.

"S-sorry!" He yelped, moving away from me.

"Nah. It was my fault, dude. " I waved it off, and jogged back to Coach Error.

"ThErEs sOmE Sp SParE ShOEs in ThE CaBiNEts. YOu clEArlY caNt RuN IN tHoSe, iDDioT."

"Its Y/N." I corrected, before changing into the new pair of shoes. Coach Error rolled his eyes, and gym class continued.

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